[ With her gaze averted, his expression takes on a more resigned cast. What's the use in treading the same, tired arguments here? They won't ever see eye-to-eye on it. Even if he has accepted his loss, it won't remove the guilt and regret he's been carrying for the past six thousand years or more. ]
If I find myself at the point of another knife, may I have your permission to kill those people, then? [ he asks in a faintly mocking tone. ]
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If I find myself at the point of another knife, may I have your permission to kill those people, then? [ he asks in a faintly mocking tone. ]